dust
Excerpt from the book...DUST was piled in thick, velvety folds on the weeds and grass of theopen Kansas prairie; it lay, a thin veil on the scrawny black horses andthe sharp-boned cow picketed near a covered wagon; it showered to theground in little clouds as Mrs. Wade, a tall, spare woman, moved about acamp-fire, preparing supper in a sizzling skillet, huge iron kettle andblackened coffee-pot.Her husband, pale and gaunt, the shadow of death in his weary faceand the droop of his body, sat leaning against one of the wagonwheels trying to quiet a wailing, emaciated year-old baby while littletow-headed Nellie, a vigorous child of seven, frolicked undaunted by theAugust heat.
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